[Tek isn't often one for something like cackling, but he can't help it in this case. it's still more like a wicked giggle, but it's as close as he'll ever get to matching Tonic.

and he immediately floats away, right toward the shelf of oils.]

I've met an uncountable number of elegant, refined people from all manner of exotic lands... and I honestly cannot refute that statement.

[it will only take him a moment to retrieve the pretty bottle that he'd mentally bookmarked earlier. it's a silly little thing--perfumed oil that lacks any curative properties beyond the ability to feel slippery, smell nice, and make the water glittery when the gold flakes inevitably wash right off.]